Rant. What this space is for. And why Pottery Barn STINKS.
I am buying a mirror. 18x42, Antique Beaded Copper Mirror. It's perfect for the apt. AND we have a gift certificate from Marc and Amy (THANKS!). I called last week, the 59th and Lex store, to see if they had this particular mirror. YES, they said, we do! Great. I put it on hold. Work got crazy and I never got there. So, I called back and kept it on hold. Then, I called, Monday, and talked to someone new at this PB. 18x42, Antique Beaded Copper Mirror? YES, we have that at this store! GREAT! Can I put it on hold? Ah, yes, life got busy again this week, 3 days in a row. Each time, I called to make sure they had that particular mirror, and yes they did.
FINALLY, today I walk all the way up to this PB, (it's about 4 degrees. HELLO, winter.). I'm so excited to pick up my mirror. They hand me a mirror, that is the wrong one. Hmmm...this mirror isn't 18x42. Because this mirror is SQUARE. 18X42 is a rectangle. "Sorry, this is the only one we have in the store." I explain, that I have called this store at least 4 times, to see if they carried the 18X42 LONG RECTANGLE mirror. I was told YES! Many times. All they could say was sorry, and that the mirror I wanted is only available by catalog. "ISN;T this something you could have told me many ONE of the FOUR times I asked about this mirror?" So, all that for nothing. Now, I have to order it by catalog and pay $21 in shipping! UGH....
There's more. (Can I go home now, and go to bed, and start this day over?)
AT work, it's donate Blood Day...cool. If we donate, we get a free vacation day! PRETTY awesome.
I'll donate, it's a great cause for them and me. I fill out the lengthy application only to be turned away.
Am I drug addict? Not lately. Have I had sex with a prostitute...um, no. I was turned away because the resort I vacation to in November, Zihuatenejo was one of the resorts on watch for MALARIA. Wow, that's great...I had no idea. So, not allowed to give blood, and NO vacation day.
Poop.
Tomorrow is another day. Yes, Scarlett, and it better be better than this one.
Reading, Hell's Angels by Hunter S. Thompson. Just started it. He's a genius. Thanks goes to whoever brought it to Miguel's last book exchange (St. Jordi day). Hart, did you bring it? It seems like something cool that you'd bring...
BTW: I'll spare people about work details of late. It's too depressing to get into. All that is said is this:
Same assignment since October, changed 10 times. Starting over again today.
But, I have a job, so no rants about the jobbie job.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
The New Year Baby Burps
Wake up. It's 2005. What does THAT mean? Sounds like a bad Sci-fi short story written in the 50's. And yet it's real.
The New Year Baby is the glitch we all need.
The New Year Baby tells me to get off my ass and run in that beautiful Prospect Park that I'm paying for.
But, today, the rain stops me. What? Rain never stopped me in Portland. But this is a cold winter NYC rain. Actually, it wasn't that cold. My flannel sheets wrapped me, in fact strangled me so I couldn't go exercise. But, I wear my fat jeans today, to remind me that one more M&M, and I'll have to give these jeans away. Reminders are good.
The New Year Baby says to keep in touch more. Right Kelly? Call people more. Do NOT fear the marathon phone conversation. Sometimes it's just nice to call and see what kind of toothpaste people are using. Write more. Molly is inspiration. A random postcard is better than Xmas. Since my cell phone doesn't work in the apt, postcards are a good idea.
The New Year Baby says to write more in the blog. Use it as a rant, a vent, the way I originally intended. Again, not to write or go on and on. But, short, quick rants like Lamaze (sp?) breaths before a birth.
(Speaking of babies, a toast and a prayer to all my new mother friends and my pregnant ones. To healthy babies and births.)
The holidays? One big eat fest with drink and presents in between. Catching up with PDX friends...you always have a place to stay, ALL of you, including Ben and Susan Carter? Thanks to Andy's parents for letting us crash in Jersey to we could catch up with Andy and Therese. We never did see the amazing basement...mysterious. Thanks for Marc and Amy for visiting us in Park Slope. Thanks to Jen and Jon for getting us drunk. We ended up at the Santa Fe Grill AGAIN for the weirdest ending to a New Years Eve ever. All in all, we love visitors. But wait a week. We're all visitored out at the Inn right now...
Onward to the new year. With a long weekend in January, perhaps some skiing. With Joel's 30th Birthday in March in NYC...Help. With dreams of Cape Cod filled summers and a little Maine on the side.
It's gonna be a good year. Oh yea, and work. 2005 is all about perspective. If Oregon has taught me one thing, it's this:
Work to Live. NOT Live to Work.
How profound. A toast to all of you this year.
Feel free to call and rescue me from bouts of missing PDX possee. And Joel's HALO haze.
718.857.2204
Wake up. It's 2005. What does THAT mean? Sounds like a bad Sci-fi short story written in the 50's. And yet it's real.
The New Year Baby is the glitch we all need.
The New Year Baby tells me to get off my ass and run in that beautiful Prospect Park that I'm paying for.
But, today, the rain stops me. What? Rain never stopped me in Portland. But this is a cold winter NYC rain. Actually, it wasn't that cold. My flannel sheets wrapped me, in fact strangled me so I couldn't go exercise. But, I wear my fat jeans today, to remind me that one more M&M, and I'll have to give these jeans away. Reminders are good.
The New Year Baby says to keep in touch more. Right Kelly? Call people more. Do NOT fear the marathon phone conversation. Sometimes it's just nice to call and see what kind of toothpaste people are using. Write more. Molly is inspiration. A random postcard is better than Xmas. Since my cell phone doesn't work in the apt, postcards are a good idea.
The New Year Baby says to write more in the blog. Use it as a rant, a vent, the way I originally intended. Again, not to write or go on and on. But, short, quick rants like Lamaze (sp?) breaths before a birth.
(Speaking of babies, a toast and a prayer
The holidays? One big eat fest with drink and presents in between. Catching up with PDX friends...you always have a place to stay, ALL of you, including Ben and Susan Carter? Thanks to Andy's parents for letting us crash in Jersey to we could catch up with Andy and Therese. We never did see the amazing basement...mysterious. Thanks for Marc and Amy for visiting us in Park Slope. Thanks to Jen and Jon for getting us drunk. We ended up at the Santa Fe Grill AGAIN for the weirdest ending to a New Years Eve ever. All in all, we love visitors. But wait a week. We're all visitored out at the Inn right now...
Onward to the new year. With a long weekend in January, perhaps some skiing. With Joel's 30th Birthday in March in NYC...Help. With dreams of Cape Cod filled summers and a little Maine on the side.
It's gonna be a good year. Oh yea, and work. 2005 is all about perspective. If Oregon has taught me one thing, it's this:
Work to Live. NOT Live to Work.
How profound. A toast to all of you this year.
Feel free to call and rescue me from bouts of missing PDX possee. And Joel's HALO haze.
718.857.2204
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